I am known to have a keen sense of justice and courtesy. Sharing my father's devotion to honor. Despite my youth, I force myself to act more lordly and take on responsibility when needed. Like I am today, as I look down the line of girls that was a mixture of Lord Frey’s daughters and granddaughters that he is presenting me with as my potential future bride. While keeping in mind Lord’s Frey offer. A secure safe passage through the Twins, a vital crossing point for my army, and to gain the support of his house.

Though he is an arrogant, cruel, domineering, sarcastic, lecherous, and tyrannical man who possessed no shame. It was clear as he introduced each one of his kin to me by name. I examined each one of them carefully, and quietly.

“This is Arwyn, my daughter,” I listen carefully while Lord Frey begins the introductions as he sits in his wickity chair. It was made to look like some wooden throne. His advisers sit at tables on either side of him. Made up of his bastards and true born sons.

“My daughter Walda, my daughter Derwa, my daughter Waldra. My eldest granddaughters Ginia and Neila.” Walder then gestures to two red heads. “Serra and Sarra, granddaughters, twins. You could have either. You could have both for all I care. My granddaughter Marianne. My granddaughter Freya. My granddaughter...”

Lord Frey trails off as he can’t help but stop and stare at the girl. It is clear that he had forgotten her name. He squints at her to try and trigger some sort of memory of it. Taking in her unruly hair and beak like nose.

“Wertha?” The old man guesses and it is clear that he is embarrassing his granddaughter by her facial expression. “Waldra? Waldina?”

“I’m Merry!” She finally tells him. By the expression on her face, and the tone she used, it was clear she was offended by her grandfather’s forgetfulness.

“New that.” Lord Frey chuckles in amusement before he continues down the lineup. It was obvious that they were Frey’s. They all carried the unmistakably characteristics of looking like a stoat or vulture.